Post by hawkeye on Feb 3, 2021 2:07:12 GMT
With the lights dimmed low, whispers began ripple through the sea of FAWNatics, the Thrills, Chills and Spills crowd eager for the festivities to officially begin. In barely repressed anticipation, they waited with baited breath until…
SUPERFLY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwlsdG8J970
…burst into life over the loud speakers, opening the first PPV of the year on a ‘Gloriously’ upbeat note!!
On the stage, bathed in illumination, stood the All-American Angel for the first time in a FAWN Arena, the petitely packaged, athletically sculptured blonde triumphantly standing with her back to the masses and her arms outstretched at her sides. With a sharp spiral, she spun the spot and came to face the FAWNatics with a flash of her effortlessly winning smile, the blue-eyed babe met with an explosion of pyrokinetics which set the night on fire.
GLORIA STYLE
With the Born Iconic Athlete already a sweetheart in households up and down the Nation, her reception was almost guaranteed to be a warm one. That being said, a robust Promo Package leading up to a wrestlers debute never hurt anyone, providing they hit the right demographics, and the cheers that welcomed the arrival of the cross-media sensation proved that their aim had been true.
She set off down the aisle with a brisk pace, wasting little time on her way to the squared circle, and yet still managing to engage with the audience in the manner of one who had spent her whole life in front of a camera. Five foot four and one hundred fifteen pounds, her sculpted physique won over several doubters, even if their new found approval wasn’t entirely of the savoury variety.
As if empowered by people’s adulation, Gloria bounded up the steel steps and strode along the apron, turning about on the spot to face the inside of the ring and showing her back to the hard camera. There, with a coy look over one shoulder, she thrust out her firm buttocks in a wide circle, the words ‘YOU WISH’ scrawled across the seat of her shorts in what had become known as the ‘Style Tradition”.
Ducking beneath the top rope and stepping over the middle, Gloria slid into the squared circle and made her way over to the opposite corner. There she climbed up to the second turnbuckle and thrust out her arms wide, her hands clenched into fists and her bosom hiking as she BELTED out a pitch perfect war cry.
The FAWNatics, caught up in the moment, responded with one of their own, filling the packed arena with noise.
Flashing a fresh grin, the All-American Angel hopped back down from her perch and turned about, introducing herself to the Official before leaning back into the turnbuckles. She waited, calmly enough, for her opponent’s arrival, but as the heel of one boot tapped a quick rhythm on the canvas, she could not have been more ready to get started.
For tonight at least, her limited patience was not for long tested…
TORN APART
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8DPIy1Bqec
…emerged from the speakers and, moments later, Alessandra made her return in front of a FAWN crowd.
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
The Digital Damsel strode out into view with one hand on her hip and phone upraised to the crowd with the other, dexterous digits rapidly tapping off a torrent of fresh, instantly trending tweets that, as some in the audience soon realised, were not exactly flattering. They answered her harsh assessment of their collective odour with a chorus of boos, but that did not improve her criticisms as the strode down the aisle.
Aloof and collected, the sedate demeanour of the Gorgeous Geek continued unabated as she became the subject of heckles, well aware that their eyes could not leave her. Standing in at five foot four and one hundred twenty-two pounds, every inch of the pouty lipped, raven haired beauty was athletically sculptured to perfection, looking better than ever as she approached the squared circle at her own pace.
With her hips all a swivel, she strode up the steel steps and ducked into the ring, tucking her phone away neatly before coming to a halt. Standing before the hard camera, she tucked her head down and peeked over her sleek shades, her dark gaze hypnotic as she reached up to her jacket. With a flourish, she unzipped the leather attire, pulling it apart sharply and revealing a great deal of glistening, ivory skin, alluringly pale in stark contrast to her, shockingly scant, pitch black attire.
Blowing a large bubble with her gum before allowing it to burst, Alessandra knew that, for a few moments at least, she had everyone’s attention, undivided and undiluted as quickly captured images swiftly made their way to the internet. Tossing her jacket aside she made her way over to one corner, removing her shades before the Terrorising Techie finally gave her adversary for the evening the time of day. Patently unimpressed, she waited for the Official to call them to action.
When he called for the bell, that was all the invitation that either of them would need, and both young women pushed out from their corners, raven and blonde advancing quickly until they reached centre ring. At least, they would have done, had Alessandra not come to an unexpected halt, the Digital Damsel holding up both of her hands in parlay as she retreated a half step.
Not quite sure what she was up to, Gloria halted as well, her manner wary as she eyed Bianchi opposite.
Full of surprises this evening, Alessandra kept her hands upraised and opted to open a dialogue. Being as her last, prominent stint in FAWN had encompassed a prolonged attempt to definitively end the career of a then Upstart-In-Law, Elizabeth Cromwell, no-one was quite sure what to make of her actions upon her second return.
“Look,” the Gorgeous Geek lowered her palms slightly, satisfied that Style wasn’t about to take advantage of her lowered defences. “I appreciate I have a rep, so I wouldn’t trust me either, but in my defence, the last time I was here, I was looking to even the score with Lizzie. In retrospect, being as she’s only ever had two friends in her life, and she’s stabbed them both in the back, can you really blame me for going for the throat? What I’m trying to say is, I wasn’t in a sound state of mind, and I’d like to start off on the right foot this time.”
Lowering her defences entirely, Bianchi held out her hand in welcome, offering to shake…
Gloria, as uncertain as the FAWNatics concerning the sincerity of the gesture, hesitated as she looked at the extended palm. Eventually, despite the misgivings of those watching, she reached out to accept it…
…before Bianchi BYTCH SLAPPED!! her across her exposed cheek!!
The arena called fowl as the All-American Angel wheeled away from the scathing, underhanded strike, Alessandra raising up both of her hands in answer as if to say ‘so what?’
Gloria, bent forwards and clutching her suddenly raw cheek, took a moment to assess the situation…
…before LAUNCHING herself forwards with a shout, short temper flaring as she SHOVED a somewhat flat-footed Alessandra backwards. Bianchi recovered quickly, and the two locked up fiercely in a tight, collar and elbow tie up, two nubile young bodies writhing for advantage now that there was no ambiguity to be had between them.
Alessandra, possessing greater experience, was the first to be able to take advantage, adjusting her leverage to suddenly pivot around the back of the All-American Angel, twisting one of the girl’s arms with her and rotating it into a stiff Hammerlock. Pushed in close, Bianchi breathed down on the base of Style’s exposed neck.
“You know, there’s been some debate,” Alessandra torqued her foes shoulder, “as to whether or not you’re all natural. I admit, I was undecided, but given that so far your actions have supported my conclusions concerning the idiocy of Blondes, I can only surmise that you are a prime example of one!”
With her foes cool lips tucked in close to the small of her exposed throat, an involuntary shiver ran through Gloria’s physique, the sensation in conflict with the pain wracking her cruelly rotated shoulder, the young women closing her eyes for just a moment.
As she did so, however, she reached up and over with her free hand and, with Bianchi’s teasing rendering her perfectly placed, Style clasped her palm down tight over the back of Alessandra’s noggin. With no further warning, the Blue-Eyed Babe DROPPED down to sitting, her unexpected decent folding Bianchi forwards and, with the canvas providing the all too sudden stop, the Terrorising Techie found her jaw being CRACKED across her foes rigid shoulder.
The Jawbreaker drew a cheer from the FAWNatics as Alessandra, clutching her face, wheeled away from the impact at a stumble, as if attempting to keep the entirety of her noggin held together.
Gloria did not escape unscathed, wincing as she rotated her now freed shoulder, rolling her arm as she pushed her way back up onto her feet. She was well positioned when her opponent came back around, Bianchi shaking her head and looking up…
…just in time to receive a ‘glorious’ BYTCH slap of her own!!
The crack of one, gloved mitt striking the side of an exposed cheek echoed all across the sold-out arena, the crowd eating up the moment as Bianchi stumbled, pivoted and lent forwards in shock, clutching at her face as her pale skin was left red raw.
With a pregnant pause, neither participant said anything, not until Alessandra, flexing her jaw, stood slowly up to standing and glared cold murder in Style’s direction. Gloria was unapologetic, instead motioning for Bianchi to ‘bring it’.
And so she did, both young women closing in on centre ring to lock up in search of dominance. Or at least, they would have, had Alessandra not opted to take a short cut, the Digital Damsel instead delivering a firm punt kick to her foe’s bare midriff, DRIVING her boot deep into a trim tummy.
With her own guard upraised, anticipating a lock up, Style was caught unprepared by the kick to her abs, the blonde folding forwards with a gasp of escaped air. Her wrist was collected by her opponent and, following a sharp pivot and pull from Bianchi, Gloria was dragged into a sprint by way of Irish Whip…
…her brakes, however, were still working just fine and, before Alessandra could release, Style came to an immediate stop, attained her own grip before both pivoting and dragging her adversary into an Irish Whip of her own!!
Caught flat footed by the almost literal turn-about, Bianchi was sent sprinting across the canvas, turning herself around at the last moment to collide with the corner across her shoulders. She grimaced as her spine impacted with the turnbuckles, her arms flopping over the top ropes as a shimmy ran through her thighs. Alessandra moved to recover quickly, but Style was evidently much faster, dashing across the canvas after the Gorgeous Geek and compacting her with a sweet looking, leaping, full body splash!
Alessandra groaned anew, her head bobbing on her shoulders, pert, scantily clad buttocks momentarily perched on the middle turnbuckle as Gloria remained pressed up against her. Style didn’t remain idle for long, grasping the top ropes before pulling herself up onto the bottom set, now towering above her raven-haired foe.
“FYI,” Gloria explained, playing to the crowd as she held her foes noggin still with one hand and raised the other. “I’ve done some scouting of my own. I’ve heard that you’re a math nerd, let’s see if we can’t put that to the test.”
With the FAWNatics fully on board, the Born Iconic athlete cut off the rebuttal of the Gorgeous Geek, planting a crisp strike to her forehead with her closed knuckles. She repeated the process, over and over, and the crowd were well prepared to play their part, conditioned by frankly decades of experience, counting along with each impact.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGHT!!!!!!!!
NINE!!!!!!!!!
TE…
Alessandra snarled, blocking out the pain with a wall of irritation, bracing her palms against the blonde’s hips before SHOVING Style free from her perch, interrupting the FAWNatics enjoyment and leaving the count incomplete. As victories went, it was a small one but, with her ears ringing, Bianchi would take everything she could get.
She moved to push out of the corner…
…only to eat the entirety of Gloria’s upraised knee, the All-American Angel having stormed right back into the breach at a sprint and leaping into the flying strike!! The FAWNatics cried out…
TEN!!
…as Alessandra’s head was snapped backwards on her shoulders, her gum sent shooting free from her mouth (to land on some poor unfortunate in the front rows), and she was left rattled. It was in her confused state that Style palmed the back her neck and, with a shove, peeled her out of the corner and sent her stumbling across the mat. She remained upright, shaking her head and turning slowly about as her opponent sought a higher vantage from which to continue her assault.
With time being a factor, Gloria settled upon reaching the second turnbuckles, sparing a quick look over her shoulder to pinpoint her opponents’ position, before she inhaled a deep breath and LAUNCHED herself skywards in a beautiful Moonsault. She flipped gracefully through the air to complete the daring splash…
…which would have been spectacular had Bianchi not caught her!
Truly, it was touch and go as their two bodies collided, but somehow Alessandra stubbornly remained upright, clasping her arms tightly about her new Rivals midriff, now carrying her upside down, and suspended above the canvas. Gloria only had the briefest of moments to panic before the Terrorising Techie turned about and then dropped sharply, SPIKING the crown of the Blue-Eyed Babe’s noggin into the canvas with a Piledriver!!
With a stunned GRUNT escaping from Style’s throat, her whole body turned rigid the moment her skull met the canvas, before a sharp spasm that ran the length of her spine preceded the young woman puddling to the mat in a limp heap. With Bianchi kneeling, Gloria found her head settling between the other girls’ thighs, her right leg still twitching as, stubbornly, she attempted to sit back up.
“As it happens,” Alessandra growled, low, measured and threatening, “yes, I am quite the mathematician. Here,” she reached down, rolling the Born-Iconic Athlete over onto her front before grabbing her by her blonde mane, “allow me to demonstrate.” Lifting her foe’s head, the Digital Damsel SLAMMED it back down against the canvas, shouting with terse syllables as she did so, “ONE!!”
Sensing what was to come, the more traitorously minded of those in attendance couldn’t help themselves, lending their voices to the prompted count as Bianchi proceeded to bounce her foes noggin off the deck in persistent, rhythmic fashion.
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGHT!!!!!!!!
NINE!!!!!!!!!
Bianchi released, allowing the Gloria’s shellshocked expression to flop down onto the mat, peeper’s half lidded as her athletic frame quivered.
Standing slowly, uncoiling with meticulous purpose, Alessandra wiped off her hands and stood over Style, observing her with cold, calculating interest as the other young woman groaned and began to slowly push her way back up, struggling to reach all fours. In no hurry herself, Bianchi back pedalled slowly as she measured her new Rival’s gradual recovery, gauging her moment to strike…
…before she suddenly launched forwards into a sprint, crossing the distance between them in less than a second and jumped into the air, bringing her right boot up to viciously Curb Stomp her opponent into the next decade…
“TEN!!!!!!!!!!”
…she shouted with more than a few others in the arena, the All-American Angel about to encounter oblivion…
…only for Susan’s little sister to dodge quickly out of the way, pivoting from danger at the last possible second!!
Coming up empty, Alessandra could not prevent the frustrated yelp that escaped from her slim frame as her boot came slamming down on the canvas, a painful spasm running right up to her knee. Overbalanced from missing her target, she stumbled forwards until she hit the opposite set of ring ropes, using them to regain her balance and turn herself around, focusing all of her attention on pinpointing Gloria…
…who was hardly waiting for her to recover, the young woman taking full advantage of Bianchi’s distraction and forcing herself into motion, practically spinning on the spot as she surged back up to standing, WHIPPING her right leg up high to CRACK!! her boot across the back on her foes skull!!
GLORY KICK!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz_roC994R4
With an audible CLUNK!! echoing about the arena, Gorgeous Geek teetered on the spot before tumbling to the mat in a stunned, limp limbed heap, first dropping to her knees before near face planting the deck.
Unfortunately for Style, even with adrenaline pumping, a dizzying surge of vertigo prevented her for capitalising, the blonde cradling her abused forehead as she stumbled and slumped down against the middle coil of the closest set of ring ropes.
Both young women groaned, feeling dizzy after enduring repeated blunt force traumas to the head, slowly getting back up to their respective feet in tandem, even with the FAWNatics urging one of them to move faster. It was a race that neither one really knew that they were engaged in, before they were moments away from meeting…
…and Bianchi stuck first, connecting with a STIFF boot to Gloria’s trim tummy!
The Born Iconic Athlete released a groan of despair as she painfully folded forwards with a fresh shimmy in her hips, Alessandra reaching out and grabbing her by the hair to yank her forwards. Style released a cry of protest, but all too quickly she was pulled into a tight side headlock, Bianchi snatching the belt of her foes shorts for good measure before bracing her own athletic frame.
With barely a smattering of moments separating instigation into execution, the Terrorising Techie exhaled a short, sharp breath, popped her knees and heaved Gloria’s lower body up into the air, THROWING herself back a second later and positively NAILING the crown of the All-American Angel’s head into the canvas!!
IMPLANT DDT!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNCuqtb_pxo
The grunt that escaped Style’s lips was as short as the sharp spasm that ran the length of her petite body, booty twitching as synapses misfired before she lay limp against the mat, face first and peeper’s half lidded. A half-hearted groan soon followed, but she showed no further signs of recovery as Alessandra sat almost idly beside her.
In all likelihood, she should have at least attempted a fresh pinfall, but as she dismissively blew several, golden hued curls free from her palm, she had much different idea instead. Rising to her feet, Bianchi left Gloria where she lay, in no hurry as she sauntered back to her corner, retrieving her jacket and pulling from one pocket a fresh stick of gum, the FAWNatics serenading her with boos concerning the sheer abundance of nonchalance that she was displaying.
“Given the evident, thick density of your skull,” Alessandra pondered as she returned her jacket to its resting place, chewing on her new bubbly as she moved to line Style back up. “I doubt there is room enough in there for anything of importance but, c’est la vie,” she hunkered low, sly in her posture and ready to strike.
Gloria was beginning to get back up, shaking her head gingerly as she slowly pushed her way back up to hands and knees.
“I am but a creature of habit,” Bianchi narrowed her gaze, launching into a sprint until the last moment, preparing to correct history as she…
…once again MISSED with an attempted curb stomp, Style ducking away at the last moment much to the delight of the FAWNatics!!
Alessandra was considerably less sanguine, black boot again STOMPING down on nothing but plywood and, with a painful wrench tormenting her right stem, Bianchi hopped and stumbled away whilst releasing a short string of creative profanities. She muttered and cursed, turning about with a noticeable limp, determined to walk it off as…
…a resurgent cross media sensation met her head on, the young blonde meeting her with a beautiful Dropkick!!
With the soles of Gloria’s boots meeting her squarely on the chest, Alessandra stumbled backwards several steps with a grunt of escaped air. She didn’t fall over however, unable to do so as soon as her back came into contact with a set of turnbuckles, the painful impact between her shoulders jolting her back forwards into the ring.
Resurgent, Style was back on her feet and collecting her, wrapping both of her arms about Bianchi’s waist, pulling the other girl in close to lock in a brief, yet very firm bearhug. Alessandra groaned again as she was forcibly constricted, popped up onto her tip toes before, with a shout, the Blue-Eyed Babe WHIPPED the Gorgeous Geek up and over through the air before PLANTING her back down onto the deck by way of Belly-to-Belly Suplex!!
DROPKICK/SUPLEX COMBO:@5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBZVYs5dag8
The small of Alessandra’s back bucked following the sudden stop of her enforced flight, but she was unable to recoil further as Gloria pushed her sublime frame into a bridge to hold onto a pinfall. Bianchi slumped in response, her pale, ivory physique quivering as she lay winded on the deck.
The Official dropped to the deck to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
Alessandra shoved up a shoulder, much to the disappointment of those watching, rolling over onto her front to avoid a second attempt.
Sitting up, Gloria perked her immaculate brow in the direction of the Official.
“Really?” she questioned with a small huff, “two?”
The man in black and white confirmed his assessment, although Style clearly didn’t entirely agree with his math. Instead of asking to see his workings, however, the Born Iconic Athlete got right back to task, pushing herself back up to standing, helping Alessandra find her knees…
…before the Terrorising Techie SLAMMED her forearm up between the blondes open thighs, near devastating the girls unprotected kitty!!
Gloria GASPED with a heady exhale as her whole lower body lost the entirety of its lustre, the young woman dropping down to her knees as her most private of regions throbbed, hands moving to cradle the insides of her legs as her bottom lip quivered.
The FAWNatics cried foul, and Bianchi demonstrated just how much she cared with dismissive shake of her head and a withering, passing glare.
“Watch the low blows,” the Official attempted to enforce.
“Idiot,” Alessandra scolded him with only the barest of passing interest. “I watched it the entire way.”
Satisfied that she had, again, RIPPED the momentum away from the rookie before she could secure any kind of traction, Bianchi found her boot leather before the forcibly penitent Style, snatched the young woman by her mane, and rocketed a vicious knee up to CRACK the blonde clean against her forehead. Gloria grunted, slim physique growing slack, before Alessandra adjusted her grip and, with a curl of her lips, WHIPPED her opponent forwards against the deck, the All-American Angel bouncing off the canvas across her front.
Bianchi wasted little time, patience wearing thin as she reached for her adversaries stems, lifting them up from off the mat before folding them into a cross at the ankles, positioning one of her own athletic stems to brace and lock them into place. With her opponent’s lower body so secured, Alessandra leaned forwards and collected one of Style’s wrists before doing likewise with the other, bracing herself, pulling back and forcibly peeling Gloria’s upper body off the deck, the young blonde groooooooaning as her spine was vindictively curled the wrong way.
Planting her free boot behind her opponent’s head, Bianchi wrenched her foes frame one last time for good measure, rewarded with a pained, panicked grunt from Style for her efforts, before releasing the girl’s wrists and positively STOMPING the Blue-Eyed Babe face first into the canvas!!
SURFBOARD STRETCH CURB STOMP:@1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUbQyCc7ro8
The FAWNatics winced as Gloria bounced, slim physique recoiling only as far Alessandra planted boot would allow her, quivering before slumping still.
“Dodge that,” Bianchi scowled before dropping down to know knee, reaching forwards to grasp Style by her slack shoulders and, with deliberate precision, she scraped Style back off the mat, bringing her up to kneeling in front of her in a dreamy eyed stupor. With exaggerated care, Alessandra slipped one arm about the defenceless young women’s throat, whilst bracing the other behind her head, pausing for just long enough for the Born Iconic Athlete to start to come to before SNATCHING shut a STIFF Sleeper!
With a small ‘erk!’ escaping from her slim body, Style otherwise remained unresistant, just barely struggling in her opponent’s snare. As Gloria was forced to stare down the hard camera, her expression became increasingly more vacant, her peepers fluttering slowly to half lidded as her lips parted slightly.
Bianchi wrenched on her hold, and Style released a small, fresh groan of discomfort, Alessandra repeating the process to replicate the response, grinding the blondes will down with increasing, expertly applied pressure. Gloria’s pert bosom hiked as she slumped gradually backwards onto her haunches, firm buttocks meeting her own heels as resistance was wringed free from her petite body.
Bianchi wrenched on her hold a third and final time, further tightening her snare, and Style offered no further objection to her mistreatment, capitulating to her fate as her peepers slipped closed in full view of the hard camera.
The Official dropped down to one knee beside them, dutifully raising Gloria’s right arm, the limb limp within his grasp. He let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
Deflated and disappointed, the FAWNatics were forced to accept the result as…
TORN APART
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8DPIy1Bqec
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Alessandra’s victory upon her return to FAWN.
Bianchi, however, refused to let go of her foe, further exerting her control over Gloria as the blonde, spent as she was, slumped even deeper into her constricting grasp. Tightening her grip, she all but wrenched any remaining resolve from her spirited, new rival in full view of the world, wringing the moment for all it was worth as her name was called out at the victor.
The FAWNatics booed, but Alessandra would not be parted from Style, not until she saw fit and then tossed her aside, as cool as a cucumber and as aloof as could be, she slinked back up to her feet, glistening and divine as she sauntered about the ring before reaching her jacket. From one pocket she retrieved her phone, the Digital Damsel preparing to take a…
YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
…burst into life over the loud speakers and, caught by surprise, all eyes turned to the waiting curtains.
Upon the stage emerged the sinuously revitalised Darla Diane Davis, all one-hundred and thirty-two pounds of the bountiful, powerhouse blonde radiating weaponised, self-actualisation.
Because she declared it, she was the Apex Supreme, and that belief was irresistible.
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
With a spotlight accompanying her stately traverse down the ramp, a smile quirked her lips that was as sensual as it was filled with predatory intent, her hips swaying as her arms were stretched up high, owning the undivided attention of the FAWNatics even as they lamented her coming. Her eyes, dark and sultry, never flickered about the arena, her gaze only for the squared circle as the audience drank in the sight of her glorious physique, every inch toned to visible perfection, her poise once again that of a conqueror.
She ascended the steel steps in her own time, pausing only as she reached the apron, turning her eyes to Bianchi to make an appraisal. Her gaze revealed nothing of her assessment, but she showed no further hint of hesitation as she slipped between the top and middle ropes, her hips remaining all a swivel as the SoCal Babe reached centre ring, tipping her head back just so before stretching her arms out wide, allowing the FAWNatics to drink in the spectacular specimen that was the Apex Supreme.
Satisfied that she had made her presence known, Darla pivoted and sauntered on over to Alessandra, Gorgeous Geek and Bombshell Bytch coming to stand barely inches from one another.
No-one was quite sure what to expect, until Davis brought a microphone up to speak, the most suggestive of smirks forming on her lips.
“Have we forgotten something?”
For the longest moment, it seemed as though the tension were about to snap, until both young women turned slowly to face Gloria… and the FAWNatics began protesting in panic.
With Style gradually coming to, rolling herself over onto her front before pushing up onto her hands and knees, Bianchi slowly, coolly lined her up, measuring the distance with the eye of a calculated killer. The crowd attempted to call out a warning, but there was nothing that could make a difference as Alessandra launched into a sprint, leapt high…
…and SLAMMED the already defeated, All-American Angel face first into the canvas, Bianchi finally connecting with a vicious and utterly uncalled for Curb Stomp!!
BLUE SCREEN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8djHBhsr8
Almost immediately, Gloria slumped boneless into a heap, unresponsive as Alessandra, phone in her hand, planted a boot on her new rival’s quivering thigh and, as she made a proclamation, took a selfie of herself and the unconscious Style.
“Ten.”
A few moments later, Darla met the Terrorising Techie at centre ring and, with the duo heckled with boo’s and the Blue-Eyed Babe humbled at their feet, the Apex Supreme raised the free arm of her latest recruit in victory.
Alessandra Bianchi.
The Apex Intellect.
SUPERFLY
www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwlsdG8J970
…burst into life over the loud speakers, opening the first PPV of the year on a ‘Gloriously’ upbeat note!!
On the stage, bathed in illumination, stood the All-American Angel for the first time in a FAWN Arena, the petitely packaged, athletically sculptured blonde triumphantly standing with her back to the masses and her arms outstretched at her sides. With a sharp spiral, she spun the spot and came to face the FAWNatics with a flash of her effortlessly winning smile, the blue-eyed babe met with an explosion of pyrokinetics which set the night on fire.
GLORIA STYLE
With the Born Iconic Athlete already a sweetheart in households up and down the Nation, her reception was almost guaranteed to be a warm one. That being said, a robust Promo Package leading up to a wrestlers debute never hurt anyone, providing they hit the right demographics, and the cheers that welcomed the arrival of the cross-media sensation proved that their aim had been true.
She set off down the aisle with a brisk pace, wasting little time on her way to the squared circle, and yet still managing to engage with the audience in the manner of one who had spent her whole life in front of a camera. Five foot four and one hundred fifteen pounds, her sculpted physique won over several doubters, even if their new found approval wasn’t entirely of the savoury variety.
As if empowered by people’s adulation, Gloria bounded up the steel steps and strode along the apron, turning about on the spot to face the inside of the ring and showing her back to the hard camera. There, with a coy look over one shoulder, she thrust out her firm buttocks in a wide circle, the words ‘YOU WISH’ scrawled across the seat of her shorts in what had become known as the ‘Style Tradition”.
Ducking beneath the top rope and stepping over the middle, Gloria slid into the squared circle and made her way over to the opposite corner. There she climbed up to the second turnbuckle and thrust out her arms wide, her hands clenched into fists and her bosom hiking as she BELTED out a pitch perfect war cry.
The FAWNatics, caught up in the moment, responded with one of their own, filling the packed arena with noise.
Flashing a fresh grin, the All-American Angel hopped back down from her perch and turned about, introducing herself to the Official before leaning back into the turnbuckles. She waited, calmly enough, for her opponent’s arrival, but as the heel of one boot tapped a quick rhythm on the canvas, she could not have been more ready to get started.
For tonight at least, her limited patience was not for long tested…
TORN APART
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8DPIy1Bqec
…emerged from the speakers and, moments later, Alessandra made her return in front of a FAWN crowd.
ALESSANDRA BIANCHI
The Digital Damsel strode out into view with one hand on her hip and phone upraised to the crowd with the other, dexterous digits rapidly tapping off a torrent of fresh, instantly trending tweets that, as some in the audience soon realised, were not exactly flattering. They answered her harsh assessment of their collective odour with a chorus of boos, but that did not improve her criticisms as the strode down the aisle.
Aloof and collected, the sedate demeanour of the Gorgeous Geek continued unabated as she became the subject of heckles, well aware that their eyes could not leave her. Standing in at five foot four and one hundred twenty-two pounds, every inch of the pouty lipped, raven haired beauty was athletically sculptured to perfection, looking better than ever as she approached the squared circle at her own pace.
With her hips all a swivel, she strode up the steel steps and ducked into the ring, tucking her phone away neatly before coming to a halt. Standing before the hard camera, she tucked her head down and peeked over her sleek shades, her dark gaze hypnotic as she reached up to her jacket. With a flourish, she unzipped the leather attire, pulling it apart sharply and revealing a great deal of glistening, ivory skin, alluringly pale in stark contrast to her, shockingly scant, pitch black attire.
Blowing a large bubble with her gum before allowing it to burst, Alessandra knew that, for a few moments at least, she had everyone’s attention, undivided and undiluted as quickly captured images swiftly made their way to the internet. Tossing her jacket aside she made her way over to one corner, removing her shades before the Terrorising Techie finally gave her adversary for the evening the time of day. Patently unimpressed, she waited for the Official to call them to action.
When he called for the bell, that was all the invitation that either of them would need, and both young women pushed out from their corners, raven and blonde advancing quickly until they reached centre ring. At least, they would have done, had Alessandra not come to an unexpected halt, the Digital Damsel holding up both of her hands in parlay as she retreated a half step.
Not quite sure what she was up to, Gloria halted as well, her manner wary as she eyed Bianchi opposite.
Full of surprises this evening, Alessandra kept her hands upraised and opted to open a dialogue. Being as her last, prominent stint in FAWN had encompassed a prolonged attempt to definitively end the career of a then Upstart-In-Law, Elizabeth Cromwell, no-one was quite sure what to make of her actions upon her second return.
“Look,” the Gorgeous Geek lowered her palms slightly, satisfied that Style wasn’t about to take advantage of her lowered defences. “I appreciate I have a rep, so I wouldn’t trust me either, but in my defence, the last time I was here, I was looking to even the score with Lizzie. In retrospect, being as she’s only ever had two friends in her life, and she’s stabbed them both in the back, can you really blame me for going for the throat? What I’m trying to say is, I wasn’t in a sound state of mind, and I’d like to start off on the right foot this time.”
Lowering her defences entirely, Bianchi held out her hand in welcome, offering to shake…
Gloria, as uncertain as the FAWNatics concerning the sincerity of the gesture, hesitated as she looked at the extended palm. Eventually, despite the misgivings of those watching, she reached out to accept it…
…before Bianchi BYTCH SLAPPED!! her across her exposed cheek!!
The arena called fowl as the All-American Angel wheeled away from the scathing, underhanded strike, Alessandra raising up both of her hands in answer as if to say ‘so what?’
Gloria, bent forwards and clutching her suddenly raw cheek, took a moment to assess the situation…
…before LAUNCHING herself forwards with a shout, short temper flaring as she SHOVED a somewhat flat-footed Alessandra backwards. Bianchi recovered quickly, and the two locked up fiercely in a tight, collar and elbow tie up, two nubile young bodies writhing for advantage now that there was no ambiguity to be had between them.
Alessandra, possessing greater experience, was the first to be able to take advantage, adjusting her leverage to suddenly pivot around the back of the All-American Angel, twisting one of the girl’s arms with her and rotating it into a stiff Hammerlock. Pushed in close, Bianchi breathed down on the base of Style’s exposed neck.
“You know, there’s been some debate,” Alessandra torqued her foes shoulder, “as to whether or not you’re all natural. I admit, I was undecided, but given that so far your actions have supported my conclusions concerning the idiocy of Blondes, I can only surmise that you are a prime example of one!”
With her foes cool lips tucked in close to the small of her exposed throat, an involuntary shiver ran through Gloria’s physique, the sensation in conflict with the pain wracking her cruelly rotated shoulder, the young women closing her eyes for just a moment.
As she did so, however, she reached up and over with her free hand and, with Bianchi’s teasing rendering her perfectly placed, Style clasped her palm down tight over the back of Alessandra’s noggin. With no further warning, the Blue-Eyed Babe DROPPED down to sitting, her unexpected decent folding Bianchi forwards and, with the canvas providing the all too sudden stop, the Terrorising Techie found her jaw being CRACKED across her foes rigid shoulder.
The Jawbreaker drew a cheer from the FAWNatics as Alessandra, clutching her face, wheeled away from the impact at a stumble, as if attempting to keep the entirety of her noggin held together.
Gloria did not escape unscathed, wincing as she rotated her now freed shoulder, rolling her arm as she pushed her way back up onto her feet. She was well positioned when her opponent came back around, Bianchi shaking her head and looking up…
…just in time to receive a ‘glorious’ BYTCH slap of her own!!
The crack of one, gloved mitt striking the side of an exposed cheek echoed all across the sold-out arena, the crowd eating up the moment as Bianchi stumbled, pivoted and lent forwards in shock, clutching at her face as her pale skin was left red raw.
With a pregnant pause, neither participant said anything, not until Alessandra, flexing her jaw, stood slowly up to standing and glared cold murder in Style’s direction. Gloria was unapologetic, instead motioning for Bianchi to ‘bring it’.
And so she did, both young women closing in on centre ring to lock up in search of dominance. Or at least, they would have, had Alessandra not opted to take a short cut, the Digital Damsel instead delivering a firm punt kick to her foe’s bare midriff, DRIVING her boot deep into a trim tummy.
With her own guard upraised, anticipating a lock up, Style was caught unprepared by the kick to her abs, the blonde folding forwards with a gasp of escaped air. Her wrist was collected by her opponent and, following a sharp pivot and pull from Bianchi, Gloria was dragged into a sprint by way of Irish Whip…
…her brakes, however, were still working just fine and, before Alessandra could release, Style came to an immediate stop, attained her own grip before both pivoting and dragging her adversary into an Irish Whip of her own!!
Caught flat footed by the almost literal turn-about, Bianchi was sent sprinting across the canvas, turning herself around at the last moment to collide with the corner across her shoulders. She grimaced as her spine impacted with the turnbuckles, her arms flopping over the top ropes as a shimmy ran through her thighs. Alessandra moved to recover quickly, but Style was evidently much faster, dashing across the canvas after the Gorgeous Geek and compacting her with a sweet looking, leaping, full body splash!
Alessandra groaned anew, her head bobbing on her shoulders, pert, scantily clad buttocks momentarily perched on the middle turnbuckle as Gloria remained pressed up against her. Style didn’t remain idle for long, grasping the top ropes before pulling herself up onto the bottom set, now towering above her raven-haired foe.
“FYI,” Gloria explained, playing to the crowd as she held her foes noggin still with one hand and raised the other. “I’ve done some scouting of my own. I’ve heard that you’re a math nerd, let’s see if we can’t put that to the test.”
With the FAWNatics fully on board, the Born Iconic athlete cut off the rebuttal of the Gorgeous Geek, planting a crisp strike to her forehead with her closed knuckles. She repeated the process, over and over, and the crowd were well prepared to play their part, conditioned by frankly decades of experience, counting along with each impact.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGHT!!!!!!!!
NINE!!!!!!!!!
TE…
Alessandra snarled, blocking out the pain with a wall of irritation, bracing her palms against the blonde’s hips before SHOVING Style free from her perch, interrupting the FAWNatics enjoyment and leaving the count incomplete. As victories went, it was a small one but, with her ears ringing, Bianchi would take everything she could get.
She moved to push out of the corner…
…only to eat the entirety of Gloria’s upraised knee, the All-American Angel having stormed right back into the breach at a sprint and leaping into the flying strike!! The FAWNatics cried out…
TEN!!
…as Alessandra’s head was snapped backwards on her shoulders, her gum sent shooting free from her mouth (to land on some poor unfortunate in the front rows), and she was left rattled. It was in her confused state that Style palmed the back her neck and, with a shove, peeled her out of the corner and sent her stumbling across the mat. She remained upright, shaking her head and turning slowly about as her opponent sought a higher vantage from which to continue her assault.
With time being a factor, Gloria settled upon reaching the second turnbuckles, sparing a quick look over her shoulder to pinpoint her opponents’ position, before she inhaled a deep breath and LAUNCHED herself skywards in a beautiful Moonsault. She flipped gracefully through the air to complete the daring splash…
…which would have been spectacular had Bianchi not caught her!
Truly, it was touch and go as their two bodies collided, but somehow Alessandra stubbornly remained upright, clasping her arms tightly about her new Rivals midriff, now carrying her upside down, and suspended above the canvas. Gloria only had the briefest of moments to panic before the Terrorising Techie turned about and then dropped sharply, SPIKING the crown of the Blue-Eyed Babe’s noggin into the canvas with a Piledriver!!
With a stunned GRUNT escaping from Style’s throat, her whole body turned rigid the moment her skull met the canvas, before a sharp spasm that ran the length of her spine preceded the young woman puddling to the mat in a limp heap. With Bianchi kneeling, Gloria found her head settling between the other girls’ thighs, her right leg still twitching as, stubbornly, she attempted to sit back up.
“As it happens,” Alessandra growled, low, measured and threatening, “yes, I am quite the mathematician. Here,” she reached down, rolling the Born-Iconic Athlete over onto her front before grabbing her by her blonde mane, “allow me to demonstrate.” Lifting her foe’s head, the Digital Damsel SLAMMED it back down against the canvas, shouting with terse syllables as she did so, “ONE!!”
Sensing what was to come, the more traitorously minded of those in attendance couldn’t help themselves, lending their voices to the prompted count as Bianchi proceeded to bounce her foes noggin off the deck in persistent, rhythmic fashion.
TWO!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!!
SEVEN!!!!!!!
EIGHT!!!!!!!!
NINE!!!!!!!!!
Bianchi released, allowing the Gloria’s shellshocked expression to flop down onto the mat, peeper’s half lidded as her athletic frame quivered.
Standing slowly, uncoiling with meticulous purpose, Alessandra wiped off her hands and stood over Style, observing her with cold, calculating interest as the other young woman groaned and began to slowly push her way back up, struggling to reach all fours. In no hurry herself, Bianchi back pedalled slowly as she measured her new Rival’s gradual recovery, gauging her moment to strike…
…before she suddenly launched forwards into a sprint, crossing the distance between them in less than a second and jumped into the air, bringing her right boot up to viciously Curb Stomp her opponent into the next decade…
“TEN!!!!!!!!!!”
…she shouted with more than a few others in the arena, the All-American Angel about to encounter oblivion…
…only for Susan’s little sister to dodge quickly out of the way, pivoting from danger at the last possible second!!
Coming up empty, Alessandra could not prevent the frustrated yelp that escaped from her slim frame as her boot came slamming down on the canvas, a painful spasm running right up to her knee. Overbalanced from missing her target, she stumbled forwards until she hit the opposite set of ring ropes, using them to regain her balance and turn herself around, focusing all of her attention on pinpointing Gloria…
…who was hardly waiting for her to recover, the young woman taking full advantage of Bianchi’s distraction and forcing herself into motion, practically spinning on the spot as she surged back up to standing, WHIPPING her right leg up high to CRACK!! her boot across the back on her foes skull!!
GLORY KICK!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nz_roC994R4
With an audible CLUNK!! echoing about the arena, Gorgeous Geek teetered on the spot before tumbling to the mat in a stunned, limp limbed heap, first dropping to her knees before near face planting the deck.
Unfortunately for Style, even with adrenaline pumping, a dizzying surge of vertigo prevented her for capitalising, the blonde cradling her abused forehead as she stumbled and slumped down against the middle coil of the closest set of ring ropes.
Both young women groaned, feeling dizzy after enduring repeated blunt force traumas to the head, slowly getting back up to their respective feet in tandem, even with the FAWNatics urging one of them to move faster. It was a race that neither one really knew that they were engaged in, before they were moments away from meeting…
…and Bianchi stuck first, connecting with a STIFF boot to Gloria’s trim tummy!
The Born Iconic Athlete released a groan of despair as she painfully folded forwards with a fresh shimmy in her hips, Alessandra reaching out and grabbing her by the hair to yank her forwards. Style released a cry of protest, but all too quickly she was pulled into a tight side headlock, Bianchi snatching the belt of her foes shorts for good measure before bracing her own athletic frame.
With barely a smattering of moments separating instigation into execution, the Terrorising Techie exhaled a short, sharp breath, popped her knees and heaved Gloria’s lower body up into the air, THROWING herself back a second later and positively NAILING the crown of the All-American Angel’s head into the canvas!!
IMPLANT DDT!!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yNCuqtb_pxo
The grunt that escaped Style’s lips was as short as the sharp spasm that ran the length of her petite body, booty twitching as synapses misfired before she lay limp against the mat, face first and peeper’s half lidded. A half-hearted groan soon followed, but she showed no further signs of recovery as Alessandra sat almost idly beside her.
In all likelihood, she should have at least attempted a fresh pinfall, but as she dismissively blew several, golden hued curls free from her palm, she had much different idea instead. Rising to her feet, Bianchi left Gloria where she lay, in no hurry as she sauntered back to her corner, retrieving her jacket and pulling from one pocket a fresh stick of gum, the FAWNatics serenading her with boos concerning the sheer abundance of nonchalance that she was displaying.
“Given the evident, thick density of your skull,” Alessandra pondered as she returned her jacket to its resting place, chewing on her new bubbly as she moved to line Style back up. “I doubt there is room enough in there for anything of importance but, c’est la vie,” she hunkered low, sly in her posture and ready to strike.
Gloria was beginning to get back up, shaking her head gingerly as she slowly pushed her way back up to hands and knees.
“I am but a creature of habit,” Bianchi narrowed her gaze, launching into a sprint until the last moment, preparing to correct history as she…
…once again MISSED with an attempted curb stomp, Style ducking away at the last moment much to the delight of the FAWNatics!!
Alessandra was considerably less sanguine, black boot again STOMPING down on nothing but plywood and, with a painful wrench tormenting her right stem, Bianchi hopped and stumbled away whilst releasing a short string of creative profanities. She muttered and cursed, turning about with a noticeable limp, determined to walk it off as…
…a resurgent cross media sensation met her head on, the young blonde meeting her with a beautiful Dropkick!!
With the soles of Gloria’s boots meeting her squarely on the chest, Alessandra stumbled backwards several steps with a grunt of escaped air. She didn’t fall over however, unable to do so as soon as her back came into contact with a set of turnbuckles, the painful impact between her shoulders jolting her back forwards into the ring.
Resurgent, Style was back on her feet and collecting her, wrapping both of her arms about Bianchi’s waist, pulling the other girl in close to lock in a brief, yet very firm bearhug. Alessandra groaned again as she was forcibly constricted, popped up onto her tip toes before, with a shout, the Blue-Eyed Babe WHIPPED the Gorgeous Geek up and over through the air before PLANTING her back down onto the deck by way of Belly-to-Belly Suplex!!
DROPKICK/SUPLEX COMBO:@5:00
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZBZVYs5dag8
The small of Alessandra’s back bucked following the sudden stop of her enforced flight, but she was unable to recoil further as Gloria pushed her sublime frame into a bridge to hold onto a pinfall. Bianchi slumped in response, her pale, ivory physique quivering as she lay winded on the deck.
The Official dropped to the deck to begin counting.
ONE!
TWO!!
Alessandra shoved up a shoulder, much to the disappointment of those watching, rolling over onto her front to avoid a second attempt.
Sitting up, Gloria perked her immaculate brow in the direction of the Official.
“Really?” she questioned with a small huff, “two?”
The man in black and white confirmed his assessment, although Style clearly didn’t entirely agree with his math. Instead of asking to see his workings, however, the Born Iconic Athlete got right back to task, pushing herself back up to standing, helping Alessandra find her knees…
…before the Terrorising Techie SLAMMED her forearm up between the blondes open thighs, near devastating the girls unprotected kitty!!
Gloria GASPED with a heady exhale as her whole lower body lost the entirety of its lustre, the young woman dropping down to her knees as her most private of regions throbbed, hands moving to cradle the insides of her legs as her bottom lip quivered.
The FAWNatics cried foul, and Bianchi demonstrated just how much she cared with dismissive shake of her head and a withering, passing glare.
“Watch the low blows,” the Official attempted to enforce.
“Idiot,” Alessandra scolded him with only the barest of passing interest. “I watched it the entire way.”
Satisfied that she had, again, RIPPED the momentum away from the rookie before she could secure any kind of traction, Bianchi found her boot leather before the forcibly penitent Style, snatched the young woman by her mane, and rocketed a vicious knee up to CRACK the blonde clean against her forehead. Gloria grunted, slim physique growing slack, before Alessandra adjusted her grip and, with a curl of her lips, WHIPPED her opponent forwards against the deck, the All-American Angel bouncing off the canvas across her front.
Bianchi wasted little time, patience wearing thin as she reached for her adversaries stems, lifting them up from off the mat before folding them into a cross at the ankles, positioning one of her own athletic stems to brace and lock them into place. With her opponent’s lower body so secured, Alessandra leaned forwards and collected one of Style’s wrists before doing likewise with the other, bracing herself, pulling back and forcibly peeling Gloria’s upper body off the deck, the young blonde groooooooaning as her spine was vindictively curled the wrong way.
Planting her free boot behind her opponent’s head, Bianchi wrenched her foes frame one last time for good measure, rewarded with a pained, panicked grunt from Style for her efforts, before releasing the girl’s wrists and positively STOMPING the Blue-Eyed Babe face first into the canvas!!
SURFBOARD STRETCH CURB STOMP:@1:35
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUbQyCc7ro8
The FAWNatics winced as Gloria bounced, slim physique recoiling only as far Alessandra planted boot would allow her, quivering before slumping still.
“Dodge that,” Bianchi scowled before dropping down to know knee, reaching forwards to grasp Style by her slack shoulders and, with deliberate precision, she scraped Style back off the mat, bringing her up to kneeling in front of her in a dreamy eyed stupor. With exaggerated care, Alessandra slipped one arm about the defenceless young women’s throat, whilst bracing the other behind her head, pausing for just long enough for the Born Iconic Athlete to start to come to before SNATCHING shut a STIFF Sleeper!
With a small ‘erk!’ escaping from her slim body, Style otherwise remained unresistant, just barely struggling in her opponent’s snare. As Gloria was forced to stare down the hard camera, her expression became increasingly more vacant, her peepers fluttering slowly to half lidded as her lips parted slightly.
Bianchi wrenched on her hold, and Style released a small, fresh groan of discomfort, Alessandra repeating the process to replicate the response, grinding the blondes will down with increasing, expertly applied pressure. Gloria’s pert bosom hiked as she slumped gradually backwards onto her haunches, firm buttocks meeting her own heels as resistance was wringed free from her petite body.
Bianchi wrenched on her hold a third and final time, further tightening her snare, and Style offered no further objection to her mistreatment, capitulating to her fate as her peepers slipped closed in full view of the hard camera.
The Official dropped down to one knee beside them, dutifully raising Gloria’s right arm, the limb limp within his grasp. He let it drop…
ONCE!
TWICE!!
THRICE!!!
Deflated and disappointed, the FAWNatics were forced to accept the result as…
TORN APART
www.youtube.com/watch?v=m8DPIy1Bqec
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming Alessandra’s victory upon her return to FAWN.
Bianchi, however, refused to let go of her foe, further exerting her control over Gloria as the blonde, spent as she was, slumped even deeper into her constricting grasp. Tightening her grip, she all but wrenched any remaining resolve from her spirited, new rival in full view of the world, wringing the moment for all it was worth as her name was called out at the victor.
The FAWNatics booed, but Alessandra would not be parted from Style, not until she saw fit and then tossed her aside, as cool as a cucumber and as aloof as could be, she slinked back up to her feet, glistening and divine as she sauntered about the ring before reaching her jacket. From one pocket she retrieved her phone, the Digital Damsel preparing to take a…
YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=OKpCeoVjeOA
…burst into life over the loud speakers and, caught by surprise, all eyes turned to the waiting curtains.
Upon the stage emerged the sinuously revitalised Darla Diane Davis, all one-hundred and thirty-two pounds of the bountiful, powerhouse blonde radiating weaponised, self-actualisation.
Because she declared it, she was the Apex Supreme, and that belief was irresistible.
DARLA DIANE DAVIS
With a spotlight accompanying her stately traverse down the ramp, a smile quirked her lips that was as sensual as it was filled with predatory intent, her hips swaying as her arms were stretched up high, owning the undivided attention of the FAWNatics even as they lamented her coming. Her eyes, dark and sultry, never flickered about the arena, her gaze only for the squared circle as the audience drank in the sight of her glorious physique, every inch toned to visible perfection, her poise once again that of a conqueror.
She ascended the steel steps in her own time, pausing only as she reached the apron, turning her eyes to Bianchi to make an appraisal. Her gaze revealed nothing of her assessment, but she showed no further hint of hesitation as she slipped between the top and middle ropes, her hips remaining all a swivel as the SoCal Babe reached centre ring, tipping her head back just so before stretching her arms out wide, allowing the FAWNatics to drink in the spectacular specimen that was the Apex Supreme.
Satisfied that she had made her presence known, Darla pivoted and sauntered on over to Alessandra, Gorgeous Geek and Bombshell Bytch coming to stand barely inches from one another.
No-one was quite sure what to expect, until Davis brought a microphone up to speak, the most suggestive of smirks forming on her lips.
“Have we forgotten something?”
For the longest moment, it seemed as though the tension were about to snap, until both young women turned slowly to face Gloria… and the FAWNatics began protesting in panic.
With Style gradually coming to, rolling herself over onto her front before pushing up onto her hands and knees, Bianchi slowly, coolly lined her up, measuring the distance with the eye of a calculated killer. The crowd attempted to call out a warning, but there was nothing that could make a difference as Alessandra launched into a sprint, leapt high…
…and SLAMMED the already defeated, All-American Angel face first into the canvas, Bianchi finally connecting with a vicious and utterly uncalled for Curb Stomp!!
BLUE SCREEN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=yM8djHBhsr8
Almost immediately, Gloria slumped boneless into a heap, unresponsive as Alessandra, phone in her hand, planted a boot on her new rival’s quivering thigh and, as she made a proclamation, took a selfie of herself and the unconscious Style.
“Ten.”
A few moments later, Darla met the Terrorising Techie at centre ring and, with the duo heckled with boo’s and the Blue-Eyed Babe humbled at their feet, the Apex Supreme raised the free arm of her latest recruit in victory.
Alessandra Bianchi.
The Apex Intellect.